Page views: 901 A lot has happened. But really a lot. I often have a lot to tell, but today is really out of the ordinary. I won't even try to be brief. That would be hopeless. Old Swiss, that's beyond the pale. I'll come back to that at the end. The cowhide and the Swiss. But fun...
Team management may not. Departmental management cannot. The PDL only parrots what the management says. The best conditions.
That's how close together they are, praise and blame. Everything back to square one. What an irony that the PDL and GF have announced themselves. There would be a need for optimisation.
My first post at two to, not two past twelve. I went among the poets. My carers have found my blog.
We are still talking about my eyes, nose and teeth. Not to mention my decubitus behind my ear, which of course has not improved one bit.
There's nothing to lose. As of today, I'm quitting, starting my own company and poaching Matthias, July and indeed Tom.
This should have been a completely different post with my photo of the month. But somehow my chat with a friend today fits my mood better.
But already the cut comes. I have done nothing. And nothing happens. No more bedding, no more suctioning, no more foot bath prescribed by the doctor. Everything fails.
What a mess. Oh, pardon me, what do I know about modern staff management and image building. I'm not an expert. I have nothing more to say about it.
